Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty

"This was the result of saying something he should not have said."

Long Yuan stated this sentence with a hint of anger in his voice.

Yue Ran stroked Long Yuan's hair in a soothing manner, as if calming an angry cat with bristling fur, then glanced at Cheng Mo. The other party also knew what she was telling him to do with that one look. Yet Cheng Mo still could not bear to face Jiang Wen Xiu and could only drive a sword straight at Jiang Wen Xiu's heart with his eyes turned away in guilt and sorrow.

Cheng Mo did so because he knew that there was no better option than this at present. Then again, it was the only option available to him. And it appears that everyone seemed to have acquiesced to him doing this.

A stab came his way. Jiang Wen Xiu's body twitched and dropped to the ground. His now lifeless eyes were left wide open, as if he could not believe that his life was over just like this.

"Ha ha ha…"

Yue Ran could not help but laugh heartily after knowing that one of the male protagonists was dead. Naturally, nothing would happen to her as long as she and her allies were not the killer. Moreover, Cheng Mo and her are enemies, yet Cheng Mo is the one who chooses to kill Jiang Wen Xiu in the end. Cheng Mo was not her representative, so she would not suffer any repercussions from any of his actions.

"I came to participate in the celebration this time because…" Yue Ran smiled— it was a smile that did not seem like a smile. "Well, having a pleasant conversation with all of you was the main reason."

Yue Ran is a person full of contradictions.

She is naturally beautiful, enchanting even. A pair of phoenix eyes on her face were very moving. Even if it was just a normal shift of sight, it would make others who saw her feel that she was seducing them. But her eyes were cold and icy, without a trace of warmth.

When her blood-red lips were raised or delicately drawn up, it was always accompanied by a sense of irony.

Cold and hot, both enchanting and charming. But there was no sense of frivolity.

How would one describe her?

Yue Ran ought to be a woman who has no trouble capturing the hearts of people and can easily make them fall in love with her.

Yes, that should be it.

"Who had slandered the Exalted Sea Sect in the past?" Yue Ran tilted her head, and her hair swayed slightly with her movements. "You people must know what you yourself have done… Those who have trouble sleeping soundly at night should be careful of being killed." Her words were drawn with a lilt at the end.

Yue Ran's face was cold, and the officials on the ship, who had poor mental tolerance, trembled all over, nearly collapsing to the ground.

They had finished things cleanly and neatly back then. No one should have been aware of them! Therefore, how could this person know of their deeds?! Where did she learn of them?

Yue Ran's words blew into the pitch-black night like a fog and dissipated, sending chills down the spines of everyone present, especially those guilty individuals.

"You bold evil witch," the emperor exclaimed angrily. "Do not spout demonic words to confuse the public!"

Yue Ran lifted her eyelids to look at the emperor.

"Whether I am speaking nonsense or not, they themselves should know it better than me, right?"

The expression Yue Ran showed on her face was one so apathetic that it looked as if she was looking at a weed on the roadside. The voice that came out of her mouth sounded like icebergs colliding with one another, frigid and piercing.

"I do not like everyone here anyway, and I have finished what I came for. So naturally, I will take the first step to leave."

After saying so, Yue Ran smiled and casually waved a hand. The surrounding barrier completely dissipated with that one action. Her movements were soft and gentle, but her eyes were colder than ever before, as if blanketed with a layer of gunmetal smoke, dark and bottomless.

Seeing that the faces of those in front of her were becoming more and more hideous by the second, the young woman took out a paper crane and crushed it in her hand.

"Brother Ye, why do you not come and help me after watching the play for so long?"

Yue Ran called out in a delicate voice. Her smile was like that of a blooming spring, but her eyes remained chilly. On the other hand, Shu Ye, who had been holding his breath, felt his body go numb.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

Shu Ye appeared to have choked and could not help but cough several times. He then slowly appeared in the midst of all kinds of curious, inquisitive, and murderous eyes.

Cheng Mo watched as a man came out of the crowd dressed in a black and purple robe and a silver-coloured mask on his face. In a split second, he had already guessed the man's identity. Cheng Mo's heart could not help but sink with a little more solemnity after that recognition.

There were many people on the boat who did not know who Shu Ye was. However, in a gathering of countless top masters at this very time, the fact that this unidentified man was still able to conceal his breath and not be detected was sufficient to demonstrate just how terribly deep his strength was.

Hearing how Yue Ran had addressed the man, everyone appeared to have reached the same conclusion that the two seemed to be in a close relationship. Before anyone could guess who he was, they heard a loud bang, followed by a dazzling light that exploded in the sky, clearing the hazy night by swallowing the darkness.